The Institute

Chapter Ten

I let out a short laugh after he said that. “You’re kidding right?”

“I don’t see what’s so funny. If you can see ghosts, why can’t I be psychic?” Brady turned back to the window.

“How did you know I can see ghosts?”

“I told you, I’m psychic.”

“So you can, like, see stuff in the future?” I asked. I still wasn’t sure that I believed him. I mean, why was this just coming up now?

“Well, that’s generally what ‘psychic’ means.” Brady rolled his eyes.

“Does anyone else know about this? Do the doctors know?”

“Nope.” We both looked up as Reece and Josh walked past the car, both holding a few duffel bags. That was when it hit me that I didn’t have anything but the clothes I wore. The thing that surprised me the most was that I really didn’t care.

They put the bags in the trunk and got back in the car.

“We are not done with this conversation,” I said to Brady, under my breath. On the way to Stevensville, the atmosphere in the car was way more relaxed. I think we were all happy, excited, and relieved that we had escaped without a hitch, but I know I was tired, and I was pretty sure everyone else was too.

As soon as we got into the hotel, we all crashed. Slept eleven hours straight. When I woke up in the morning, no one else was awake. It was peaceful to just sit and listen to silence; to not worry about my therapy sessions or taking my medicine. Rrrrrrinnngggg. I nearly fell out of the bed when the phone next to me on the nightstand let out a shrill cry. No one even budged. They were all still passed out.

I wasn’t sure whether to answer the phone or not, because no one knew we were here, but it could be the front desk or something. I reached for the phone and put it to my ear.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Jeremy, is that you?” It was Sean.

“Sean, yeah, it’s me. What’s wrong?” He sounded really agitated.

“How you could you just leave me here? I thought we were friends!”

“Hold on, we are. I tried talking to you but you didn’t want to listen.”

“Well, I’m listening now. What’s happening, Jeremy? Something weird is going on here. After you and Brady disappeared, everyone here was freaking out! All these doctors were running around and talking on phones. I overheard one doctor, Dr. Krueger, or something like that, he was saying something like, ‘not only one subject, but two, escaped. We have to find them before they figure out what we were doing.’ I-I don’t know. No one will talk to me. I’m all alone here. I need you. Can you come get me? Please?”

I looked over at everyone else sleeping. I knew that there was no way that Josh would let me go back there. But I couldn’t just leave Sean there. Even if he was dead, he was very real to me and he was one of my best friends.

“Of course I’ll come get you,” I said. “I can be there in three hours. Can you try and sneak out through the basement?” I knew it would be easy for him if no one could see him.

“Yeah, I will. Please hurry.” He hung up with a click. For a minute, I just laid there, with the phone cradled in between my shoulder and my cheek. Then time seemed to speed up. I got up and took a quick shower. I had just been about to walk out the door when I had a thought. You can’t do this alone. I did a one-eighty and stealthily made my way back to where everyone else was still asleep.

“Brady,” I whispered. Brady groaned softly and rolled onto his side. “Come on, Brady. I need you,” I said a little louder, shaking him.

“What,” he murmured and opened his eyes. “Jeremy?”

“Come on, we need to go back and get Sean. He just called me and he needs our help.”

“Wait, wait, wait, slow down. Who called you? Did they find out where we are?” For a minute, a scared expression crossed Brady’s face.

“No, no one found us—” But come to think about it, how did Sean find out where we were? “—Sean just called and he needs us to come get him. I need you to come with me. Please.”

He sighed. “Alright, give me five minutes.

In five minutes, just like Brady had said, we had walked into the hotel parking lot and were looking around. We needed wheels.

“Know how to hotwire a car?” I asked Brady.

“Please, do you even have to ask? Every guy should know how.” He grinned at me. “Take your pick.” I scanned the lot and my eyes settled on a ’96 red ‘stang.

“That one,” I said, pointing. I had always wanted to ride in a mustang, now here I was, stealing one. It took him less than two minutes to get the car started and half of that time was spent finding something to unlock the door with.

“Ready to go,” he asked, when the engine finally roared like a true mustang. I nodded once and strapped on my seatbelt. The tires squealed on the way out of the lot and I couldn’t help but think that this was like a scene out of a movie.

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Sorry this is so late. I have had a major case of WRITER'S BLOCK!!! I know this chapter is pretty short. I am thinking about making this a short story:/ Definately not what I wanted but hey, what can you do.

Maybe I will try to finish this as a short story and write more on it later...

Anyway, COMMENT and VOTE please!!!!:O)